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Saturday, May 10, 2014

I don't like MFAs

I'm a published creative writer, yet, I don't like other creative writers. Sorry, I think they don't make any sense.

It's fucking annoying to have to either teach them as students or sit in the same class with them as peers. They are awfully good in coming up with strange ideas, but if you want to have an intellectual conversation with them, they can't even get their logic right.

It's frustrating. Why did some stupid academics create this type of degrees called MFAs? If you're a writer, you shouldn't have to go to school to learn how to write. If you have to learn it in college, you're not good, so you should be studying something else in college while write on the side. That's how creative writing works. You can't learn it. Creative writing is not learnable, okay? You either know how to do it or you don't. If you don't, that's fine, but you should then learn something else in college. I'm not saying you should abandon writing, but that's something no one should learn in college. College should be for intellectual and practical subjects, like literature. Creative writing is not an example of any of those.

The only reason why someone would want to do an MFA degree, in my opinion, is because (s)he doesn't know how to do anything else.

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